A Date With Seth

Melida hangs around the school corridor -  she is late once again and the teacher has told  her to go to the principals office.  Melinda doesn't have any note to tell why she was late, she only has her memory of why she was late, and it is not a pretty memory.

"Where are going Melinda?"  asks senior Doug in the back of her mind.

"To school;"  states Melinda as she blinks large eyes his way.

"You don't want to go to school!"  tells Doug as he leans on his car parked in his driveway.  "Come for a drive!"

"I need to go to school!"  states Melida as though in a dream. 

Melinda moves to walk past but Doug tries to take her arm.  She slips her arms away from reach and he slaps her once, really, really, hard!  Melinda stumbles as her mind is blown apart -  she doesn't know what is wrong, she knows Doug is wrong!  She runs away down the street as her mind whirl and her lips tremble!  She doesn't stop until she reaches a dead end and it is there she sobs as she hides under a tree.

Melida blinks her eyes as she feels her cheek.  Doug was wrong to hit her, it wasn't her fault she needed to go to school! 

"I don't want to be here any more!"  tells Melinda before the sound of heels breaks the quiet in the hall. 

"To the principals office!"  tells a teacher named Charles Haggot.

Melinda nods and moves to the principals office while being looked at like she is venom.  She crumbles into a chair, and when she sees the principal he tells her that she is going to sit in detention until she can tell  him why she was late.


Melinda looks out the window as she crosses her legs as other students look at her, especially one named Seth.  Melinda can feel their eyes over her, but she doesn't not care; she doesn't want to know them, she just wants to sulk!

After school Melinda sits on a chair as she waits for the students to leave.  She is in no hurry to walk home, in fact she wants to walk home late so that she won't have any chance of bumping into Doug! 

Seth looks at Melinda as she sits on the student chair, he narrows his eyes as he scopes out her legs -  they are long, tanned, but have little red marks on them.  He approaches as Melinda's legs hang over his brain, and then he stops in fron of Melinds who shades her eyes to be able to see him.

"Nice legs!"  tells Seth as he smiles.

"What of it!"  steams Melinda as she feels her skin crawl.

"What are those red marks?"  asks Seth as he kneels down in front of her.  "They have scabs;"

"They're just mosquito bites;"  mutters Melinda as she feels her skin turn red. 

"They have scabs;"  tells Seth as he points to one.

Melinda shrugs.

"I scratch them;"  she mutters as she grows pins over her eyes.  "Don't touch them!"  she adds.

"One is a little swollen;"  tells Seth.  "You might need some disinfectant;"  he mutters before he leans down to lick it.

Melinda shivers inside of her skin as Seth lifts his head and smiles.

"Is that okay?"  he asks.

"I don't know!"  tells Melinda as she shakes her head.  "It's okay;"  she adds after a moment.

School kids nearby giggle as they point -  Seth turns his head and waves as Melinda turns her head away; nearby Melinda sees teachers pointing at her and she cringes.

"I need to go!"  she gasps.

"Come on a date with me!"  tells Seth as he stands.

Melinda pauses as she looks at Seth -  she doesn't know why he is drawn to her, it seems uncommon; but for some reason she is turned-on not turned-off and so she nods.

"Okay;"  she remarks as she feels her heart-beat pulse.  "Do you have a car?"

"Only feet;"  tells Seth as he shrugs.  "I can't drive yet;"  he adds.

"Neither can I..."  mutters Melinda as she feels disheartened at needing to walk anywhere but home.  "I thought you might be last year senior;"  she tells.

"No year ten, same as you;"  tells Seth as he smiles.

"Turn off!"  gasps Melinda under her breath.

"Sorry?"  asks Seth as he raises his brows.

"I'm sorry, I like guys a little older;"  remarks Melinda before she moves to leave.

"I'm mature!"  tells Seth as he rushes after her.  "I just can't drive until next year;"  he adds.  "Next year I'll be able to drive -  I have a car already, it's just that I don't have my liscence yet;"

Melinda looks at Seth and sighs -  she doesn't know what to think!  She doesn't want to walk anywhere, she just wants to go home; but Seth is struggling to let her walk away and so she nods.

"Okay, we'll got for a walk;"  she ascents. 

"Great!" gasps Seth.  "I know just where to take you!"


Seth takes Melinda to a hill that sits behind a park one hours walk away.  Seth thinks the area is special and as the sky darkens stars can be seen with ease -  but Melinda finds the area a drag and her feet so sore she can't even smile.

"Is there is a takeaway bar here?"  asks Melinda as her belly grumbles.

"Not a chance!"  tells Seth before he looks to the sky.  "Wow those stars are bright..."  he mutters.

However Melinda loses her temper.

"No food after a long walk!  What kind of date is this?!"  she steams.

Seth cringes and then he reaches inside of his pockets.  He pulls out a packet of cigarette's  and holds them up high.

"I don't smoke!"  screams Melinda so loud that her tone echoes around the park. 

Seth nods and takes out some gum.  Melinda feels her belly rumble as her mind quietens down; quickly she takes a portion of gum and chews on it.

"I am starved!"  gasps Melinda as she chews.  "I could eat this gum;"

"Then eat it;"  tells Seth as he narrows his eyes.

"I'm chewing for now;"  mutters Melinda as she looks away.

Her pose is stiff and rigid and Seth feels needles as he looks at her.  He doesn't want to tell her he is sorry, so he picks up his cigarettes and plucks one out of its shealth.  Melinda narrows her eyes as Seth lights the cigarette and she pulls a face.

"You are not date-worthy!"  she tells.

"So what?  I just wanted one date!"  steams Seth as he grows foul mood.  "Just shut-up and enjoy the scene, it took forever to walk here!"

"Like I didn't know that!"  tells Melinda as she feels her sore feet.  "I'm hungry!  Order pizza!"  she gasps.

"You can't order to a park!"  tells Seth as he narrows his eyes.  "Just look at the sky;"  he adds.

Melinda looks up and sees stars -  they are bright and twinkly and she narrows her eyes once again.

"So what?  Stupid stars!"  she steams.

"Just shut-up!"  steams Seth as he gives Melinda a harsh eye.

"Don't look at me like that!  This is the worst date ever!"  steams Melinda as she crosses her arms.  "I want to go home;"  she adds. 

"We just got here -  we'll rest, and then we'll go to your home;"  tells Seth as he calms down his tone.

Melinda shakes her head and looks away -  she doesn't want to be there any more, she just wants to curl into her bed and sulk!  Seth feels her charred energy and he wraps an arm around her shoulder.  Melinda takes the arm away, and then she clears her voice.

"I don't know you;"  she tells Seth.  "I don't want to know you;"  she adds before she stands to leave.

"I licked you to ask you out!  I don't think I care what you think!"  tells Seth as he too stands.  "What's wrong with physical attraction?"

Melinda turns her head and throws Seth a sour look.

"You are ugly!"  she screams before she walks away.

"Not!"  tells Seth before he races after Melinda.  "Not!"  he gasps as he stands in front of her.  "You're attracted to me I can see it..."  he mutters as his cigarette flakes inside of his fingers.  "Let's go back to the hill!  I'll do lick you again..." he drawls.

"I'm hungry!"  gasps Melinda.  "I'm leaving!  Goodbye!"  she tells before she moves to walk away.

"Wait!"  gasps Seth as he races around Melinda once again.  "Wait..."  he adds as she stares at him.  "Take my number;"  he mutters as he hands her a note.  "I'll go out with you again, and  this item it will include dinner;" 

Melinda takes the note and she fast tucks it inside of her pocket. 

"I'm sorry, I am hungry;"  tells Melinda as she wraps her arms around her stomach.  "I'm getting cold;"  she adds.  "I can't stay!"  she mutters before she turns and leaves.


Melinda reaches home and she makes herself a hot chocolate.  The drink is warm and settles her hunger fast, Melinda feels so much better.  Melinda smiles as she takes the drink to her room and in her room she takes out Seth's phone number. 

"I didn't mean to lose my temper;"  she tells the portion of paper.  "I just didn't know what to think!" she gasps before she places the paper under her note-pad.

Melinda leans on one hand as she thinks about the date.  She thinks of Seth and how they met, and she wonders how things could have been made different?  Melinda bites her lip as she ponders, and then she lets her thoughts go.

"I'll talk to Seth tomorrow;"  tells Melinda.  "We'll sort things out somehow;"


However Seth isn't at school the next day, or the day after.  Melinda calls his number but it is a false number and she feels only disapointment inside of her heart.  After one week Melinda begins to feel more in love with Seth and she scolds herself for not having had hung around. 

At school Seth's brother Brad approaches Melinda by the lockers and he pokes her arm.  Melinda looks to Brad and rolls her eyes.

"Who are you?"  she asks in sharp tone.

"A friend;"  tells Brad as he clears his throat. 

"I don't know you;"  mutters Melinda as she shakes her head.

"Seth's brother;"  tells Brad as he holds out a card.  "Merry Christmas;"  he mutters as Melinda picks the card out of his hand.

"A card for me?"  asks Melinda before she opens the card.

Inside is a message from Seth, it reads:

Melinda,

Have a happy end of year, I am sure it will be a fun season.

I think I've fallen in love...

I won't be seeing you any more;

Seth

Melinda feels her heart  drop for a moment as  water springs inside of her eyes.  Brad raises his brows, however she turns away fast and with a sniff she tears the card in half before tossing the two portions of paper inside of a bin.  Brad takes the card out as Melinda walks away stunned and upset.  Brad reads the words Seth has written and then he places the card into his back-pocket.  Brad chases after Melinda and catches her hand as she reaches the exit doors.

"He has a girlfriend;"  tells Brad.  "Otherwise I am sure it would have worked out;" 

"I don't even know Seth!"  gasps Melinda as she feels her heartbeat pulse hard.  "I don't even know why I am feeling sad!"

"Everyone who is drawn to him feels sad;"  tells Brad.  "He's with his new life now, move on;"

"I don't have a problem with that!"  gasps Melinda before she opens the door.  "I just thought he was okay;"  she mutters before she walks outside.

"Okay;"  mutters Brad as he watches Melinda before a second thought comes to him.  "Hang on there, I'll walk you home!"  he cheers before he races after her.


Melinda puts up with Brad the whole walk home.  She wants to cry however a steady stream of conversation keeps her eyes dry.  Melinda reaches her front gate and turns to Brad.

"Thankyou for walking me home;"  she says with a gulp.  "Goodbye;"

"Can I stop by and see you again?"  asks Brad as he lingers by the gate.  "We can watch television and share pizza;"  he mutters. 

"Maybe;"  tells Melinda as she thinks.

Her brain won't work it is frozen on stun and it won't turn its wheels to come up with any thoughts.  Melinda shrugs and moves past the gate. 

"When the season is right!"  she cheers before she heads for the front door.

"What does that mean?"  calls Brad however Melinda does not turn her head instead she marches straight inside of the house.

"That was hard!"  gasps Melinda as she closes the door behind her.  "I don't know what I was saying;"  she mutters before she moves to her bedroom to sit.


Inside of her room Melinda opens her drawer and phones Seth's number once again -  to her surprise the phone calls and this time Seth picks up the phone. 

"Seth!"  calls Melinda as she clutches the phone.  "I can't believe you picked up the phone!"  she tells as she feels her heartbeat thump inside of her chest.

"How are you Melinda?"  asks Seth as he raises his brows.

"Okay;"  tells Melinda as she fans her face with her hand.  "How are you today?"  she asks as she feels her blood rush.  "You haven't been at school;"

"I quite school;"  tells Seth as he grins.  "I am moving on to bigger things;"

"Want to go on a date?"  asks Melinda before she can catch her breath. 

Seth pauses, he isn't sure what to say for a moment and Melinda feels the tension rise to the top of her head until she feels tingles all over her body. 

"Uhm..."  mutters Seth as he scratches his head.  "It's hard right now..."  he sings as though lost in thought.

"Why not, you were crazy for my legs not too long ago!"  gasps Melinda as she narrows her eyes.

"It's hard now;"  tells Seth as he knots his brows.   "I have prior engagements..."  he mouthes as he feels his chest rise and fall.

"Come on!"  gasps Melinda as she loses her patience.  "I'm ready for a date!"  she whines.

Seth rubs the phone against his brow as he thinks -  he does not know what to say, only he wishes he knew what to not say.

"Okay;"  he mutters after a few moment.  "Okay, I'll take you out;"  he adds as he picks up a pen.  "Give me your address I'll show up in a taxi;"

"Okay!"  cheers Melinda before she spells out her address.


Melinda dresses up special in a hot dress with heels and a trendy jacket.  Seth looks at her and smiles, however he doesn't tell her she looks nice.  Melinda shrugs and slips inside the taxi, and then she leans in close to Seth as he tells the driver where to go. 

"You look nice!"  tells Melinda in a cheerful tone.

"Thankyou;"  mutters Seth as he places an arm around her shoulders.  "You smell good;"  he tells as he squeezes her arm.

"I can't believe you're taking me somewhere!  Where are we going?"  asks Melinda as she raises her brows.

"To the pasta place;"  mutters Seth as he looks away from Melinda and to the meter up ahead.  "I've spent thirty dollars getting here;"  he mutters.

"It's worth it!"  tells Melinda with a smile.

"Sure is..."  drawls Seth distracted as the meter rises higher.


Fifteen minutes later the taxi parks outside of the local diner.  Seth pays the driver sixty-five dollars and then he escort Melinda inside of the diner. 

Melinda giggles as she looks at the prices -  pasta is only six dollars, and she raises her brows to Seth.

"That taxi ride cost ten pasta bowls!"  she tells him.

"Oh good!"  mutters Seth before he picks up his hand.  "Two pasta's, two soda's, one salad;"  he orders. 

The waitress writes down the order and leaves.  Melinda scrolls down the menu and discovers burgers.

"I might like a burger!"  she tells.

"Too late;" mutters Seth as he shakes his head.  "I've ordered;"

"Well change the order;"  tells Melinda as she grows upset.  "I don't like pasta that much;"

"I've ordered;"  mutters Seth before he leans back in his chair.  "You look nice too, almost good enough for a real restaraunt;"  he adds before he rolls his eyes to the counter.

Seth watches the activities in the kitchen and ignores Melinda.  Melinda looks to Seth and flinches only when she sees a ring on his wedding finger.

"What's with the ring?"  she asks.

"Nothing;"  mutters Seth before he slips his hand onto his lap.  "It's just fashion;"  he mutters as his face blushes.

"You look married with it on;"  mutters Melinda before the waitress brings soda to the table. 

Seth shrugs, takes the soda, and then gulps the drink.  He doesn't feel like talking at all, he only feels like laying down to sleep.  He has taken a couple of pills to calm down his nerves over escaping the family home to go on a date, he hasn't the heart to tell Melinda that he will be married in eight weeks. 

"Are you having fun?'  asks Melinda to break the silence.

"Wonderful time;"  tells Seth as he keeps his eyes on the kitchen.  "But I am starved;"  he adds.

"Me too!"  tells Melinda as she looks to the kitchen.

A waitress comes to the table with three bowls of food, and soon the meal is laid down upon the table.

"The sauce is watery;"  complains Melinda after one mouthful.

"I like it;"  mutters Seth as he eats.

Melinda wants to complain but Seth eats too fast to be lying, so she reaches for the salad and eats it all while Seth gulps down his pasta meal.


After the food has been eaten Seth orders a taxi.  Melinda slips inside and looks to Seth as he tells the driver where to go.  Melinda smiles as her belly complains that the salad was too raw and the pasta too overcooked. 

"I feel like I am going to barf!"  she mutters through tight lips.

"What was that?"  asks Seth as he looks to her.

"I want to make out!"  mutters Melinda with a grin. 

"Do you know how to do it?"  asks Seth as he smiles through cold teeth.

"Oh yes;"  tells Melinda as she shrugs.  "Do you want to?"

"I don't know;"  mutters Seth as he leans back to look at Melinda.  "You are school girl;"  he adds.

"What does that mean?"  asks Melinda as she frowns.

"I don't think you are ready;"  he tells.

The taxi driver laughs at the quarrel.  Seth looks to the driver and clears his throat.

"This isn't the time;"  he mutters.

"Then lick my leg!"  challenges Melinda.

"Why?"  asks Seth as he laughs.  "Why should I do that for you?"

"Lick me!"  tells Melinda in order.  "Lick me anywhere;"  she mutters as she feels her skin tingle.

"What made you get high on cat-nip?"  asks Seth as he leans away.  "I will not!"  he gasps.  "In a dirty old taxi?"

Melinda shrugs and as the taxi stops she feels sad as Seth refuses to come inside of the house.

"The taxi is on the meter;"  he tells Melinda.  "I've got to take the ride home;"

"Come inside of the house!"  invites Melinda.  "I've got a nice room and you can see all of my things!"

"What's the rush?"  asks Seth as he continues to lean away from her. 

"Come on!"  tells Melinda as she pulls on his hand.

Seth snatches the hand back and then he laughs.

"What are you?  A hooker?"  he asks as he grows a spark.  "Where's the school girl?"  he asks.

"I just want to spend some time with you;"  mutters Melinda as she refuses to get out of the taxi.  "Come inside;"  she invites.

"Why are you acting so grown up all of a sudden?  What's in it for you?"  asks Seth as he continues to laugh.

"I want to spend more time with you;"  tells Melinda.  "Come inside!"  she invites. 

Seth shakes his head as the taxi driver whistles. 

"How can I say no?"  he asks before he gives the taxi driver money.


Inside of her room Melinda laughs as  Seth closes the door.  He has just met her parents and her two brothers and he feels very nervous about entering Melinda' s bedroom.  Seth sits on a chair as Melinda takes off her jacket.

"Nice colour;"  he mutters.

Melinda looks at her skin and her dress and shrugs.

"Glad you like it;"  she mutters before she sits on the bed.  "Do you want to have sex?"  she asks.

Seth scoffs as he chokes on his brain.  He fidgets for a short while before a chord inside of his head shouths 'no!'. 

"No, I don't think it is a good idea with your parents so close;"  tells Seth as he blushes.

"Are you sure?"  asks Melinda as she stands and takes off her underwear.  "I'm ready to do it..."  she drawls.

"What are you on!"  yells Seth as he stands.

Melinda smiles and shrugs.

"What do you  mean?"  she asks as she looks to Seth.

"I mean what are you doing!"  tells Seth as he glares at her uncertain she is not high on some kind of narcotic.

"You came into my room, I thought you wanted to do it;"  tells Melinda as she blinks. 

"What about marriage?"  asks Seth.  "Aren't you keeping yourself clean for it?"

"No;"  mutters Melinda as she laughs.  "You?"

"No;" retorts Seth in lie.  "No;"  he mutters as he looks at the underwear on the floor.

Seth wants to pick up the underwear but he doesn't want to bend just in case he spies Melinda's private area raw and exposed.

"I'm getting married;"  tells Seth as he snorts.  "I only came on the date because I had promised you one;"

Melinda feels her heartbeat rush -  she hadn't wanted Seth to tell her that he had a girlfriend, she hadn't wanted him to remember her at all; she had wanted him, she had wanted to show him that she was seriously in love.

"So pretend it's bucks night;"  she mutters as she feels her face grow as red as tomato.

"Okay;"  tells Seth as he takes out his mobile phone.  "Let's pretend;"  he mutters before he steps forward and pushes the phone under Melinda skirt.

Seth takes a picture and then pushes the phone back inside of his jacket. 

"Thanks for the party, I am sure to look at it on bucks night;"  he adds before he backs his steps towards the door.

Melinda rushes towards the door and then she leans on it before Seth touches the knob.

"Take off your pants we'll do it!"  she smiles as her chest heaves.

"Melinda..."  drawls Seth as he looks to her.  "Piss off;"  he mutters before he grabs her body and tosses her to the side.

Seth opens the door but stops as he sees Melinda's father nearby watching the door as though he can see through it.  Seth closes the door and then he turns to the window.

"A secret escape!"  he charges before he strides across the room.

Melinda races in front of him and blocks his escape.  She then lunges and grabs his waistline.

"Where you running to?"  she asks.  "Have fun with me!"

Seth clears his voice and picks her hands off his waistline. 

"I can't Melinda, sorry;"  he mutters before he throws her to the side and leaves.

Melinda stumbles into the wall and then she settles herself onto the carpet.

"You're stupid!"  she yells before she begins to brood.


The next day Melinda moves to go to school when Doug stops her.

"Hey there!"  he cheers.  "Want to skip school and go for a ride?"  he asks.

"Okay;"  mutters Melida as she sulks.

She still can't believe that Seth would have blown her off like dust.  She was so sure he was hot for her, why couldn't he let go? 

"I can let go!"  tells Melinda to herself as she hops inside of Doug's car.  "I am not coming back!"  she rages inside of her mind as Doug starts the car and leaves.


Melinda plans to sleep with Doug, however when the car stops he only stops to talk.  Melinda feels strange as she thinks how she would like to offer herself, however she has to tell herself to stay still as her heart struggles to show consent. 


Melinda is dropped home.  At home Melinda lays upon her bed and picks up Seth's number; she calls.  Seth fast picks up the phone and offers a greeting.

"Hi;"   he mutters.

'"Hi there;"  tells Melinda as she smiles.  "How are you today Seth?"  she asks.

"Broke;"  tells Seth as he shakes his head. "How are you?"  he inquires.

"Horney!"  tells Melinda before she can stop herself.

"Melinda..."  sighs Seth as he drops his tone.  "Stop pretending you are a prostitute;"  he mutters before he hangs up the phone.

Melinda tries to call Seth back but the number is not connected.  Melinda narrows her eyes as she tries to call for ten minutes -  she can't!

"Crap on you, I was just asking;"  mutters Melinda before a knock on the glass behind her head alarms her.

Melinda turns around and sees Brad by the window.  She smiles to him and waves as he waves to her.  Melinda opens the window.

"Want to come inside?"  she asks.

"Sure I brought movies!"  tells Brad before he heads for the front door.

"Great;"  mutters Melinda before she takes off her underwear.


As Brad walks inside of the room Melinda shows him what she holds inside of her hand.

"Want to fool around?"  she asks.

Brad leans on the door in stun for a few seconds.  He scratches his brow, parts his hair, and then he drops his bag.

"I'm not old enough for that;"  he mutters under his breath.

"Okay whatever then;"  tells Melinda before she puts the underwear back on.  "I was just asking;"  she adds as she feels her thoughts turn red.  "No big issue;"

Brad smiles and sinks into a chair. 

"If I were old enough I would have felt lucky;"  he tells her as he grins.

Melinda smiles and then she sits down onto the bed.

"Good for you;"  she mouths as she grows tears inside of her eyes.

"I'm sorry if it makes you sad, but I really am not old enough;"  tells Brad as he raises his brows.

Melinda shrugs as a cool tear dribbles down one of her cheeks. 

"I am sad;"  she tells as she pushes a blanket over her skirt.  "Oh well;"  she mutters before she lets silence hang on the atmosphere.

"Well.. maybe I could give you a hug;"  tells Brad as he struggles with the moment of awkward.

"Don't worry about it!"  scoffs Melinda as she sulks.  "Just put on a movie;"  she mutters before she leans back on a stack of pillows.

"Okay;"  tells Brad beore he takes out a DVD. 

Brad pushes the DVD into the television and presses play.  While waiting for the movie to load Brad looks at Melinda once again.

"Do you want to go out with me?"  he asks as he feels a tightening inside of his chest.

"Okay;"  mutters Melinda as she sulks over the fact that Seth will never want to date her or sleep with her.

"Cool!"  mutters Brad before the movie starts.  "I think you and me would make a great couple!"  he adds.  "We have to play it low, but in four years we can sleep together if we're still a couple!"

Melinda smiles as she feels a bead of amusement inside of her belly.

"That's fine;"  she mutters before she turns her eyes to the television to watch the movie as the image of Seth sinks inside of her heart until it is gone.

The Last Affair With Max

Elisse visits Jacine's house -  Jacine is having trouble handling pregnancy and a child at the same time  and out of desperation she has phoned Elisse to help out with home chores.  Elisse parks her car and sprays perfume over her chest, she wants to at least smell nice while doing labour chores!  The perfume gives her a boost and she slips out of the car.


Inside of the house Jacine shows Elisse the dirty plates, the dirty clothes, and the dirty floors.

"Max usually does the chores but he is out of town;"  tells Jacine as she sits herself down onto a couch.

"That is a shame!"  gasps Elisse.  "But don't you worry, I'll clean it up!" 

"Thankyou!"  tells Jacine as she lays against the arm of the couch.  "I just can't walk anymore with these babies ready to pop!"

"You rest, I'll look after the house!"  tells Elisse before she moves to the kitchen to start cleaning.


Within six hours the house is shining like new.  Elisse can't believe how hard she has worked and she helps herself to some pie which she has baked.  Jacine's kids Pete and Chelsea come home and scream out their excitement at seeing Elisse with pie.

"I love pie!"  mutters Chelsea as she takes the left-over plate of pie and walks off with it.

Elisse narrows her eyes at the kids rudeness of not even saying hello, but she shrugs it off.  She doesn't want to mother the kids she only needs to supervise them until it is bed-time.  Elisse finishes her pie and then she moves to inspect what the kids are doing.  When Elisse sees they are watching television she finally allows herself to slip into a chair to rest.


Hours pass and the kids retire to their room to do some homework as Jacine moves to bed.  Elisse cleans up the used plates and then she moves to watch television; there she rests her eyes on a drama until the door opens.

Max enters the room and he smiles at Elisse as he puts down his travel bag.  He is dressed up in a business suit and Elisse grows a blush over his image.  Elisse smiles as Max draws his eyes over her body.

"This is a surprise to find you here;"  he mutters.  "Where is Jacine?"  he asks.

"Asleep;"  tells Elisse as she smiles.  "I cleaned the house, helped the kids with homework, and everything is ready for you to take over the chores."

"Why didn't Jacine do the chores?"  asks Max.  "Is she sick?"

"She feels too pregnant to do any chores;"  tells Elisse as she rubs her shoulder. 

"It is good that you could take the time out of your day to help out;"  tells Max before he moves to his room to check on Jacine and then the kids.


Max takes off his jacket and enters the television room.  He sees Elisse and begins to grow hungry for more then just food -  they have had a few casual encounters, and he wants more of them.  Max smiles.

"Come and see Jacine's children are kicking inside of her;"  he mutters.

Elisse straightens her spine and then she nods -  quickly she moves out of her chair and towards their bedroom. 

"Where do I look?" asks Elisse as she lifts Jacine's shirt off her belly. 

Elisse touches Jacine's skin and feels a light bump against her fingers.

"I think I feel them!"  she cries.

"That is good;"  tells Max as he stands behind her.  "But you really do need to touch lower;"  he drawls as he moves Elisse's hand down towards Jacine's thighs.

"That's not where the baby is!"  gasps Elisse as she takes her hand away. 

"I know..."  mutters Max as he breaths over Elisse neck.  "I thought you liked it naughty;"  he mutters as he draws his hands over Elisse's waistline and up to her shirt which he rips open.

Elisse shivers as Max undresses -  she immediately knows he wants an affair and she knows she needs to stop it!

"I can't do this any more!"  gasps Elisse as she turns to face Max.  "You've slept with me in front of your kids, Jacine, and my parents!  That is enough humiliation!"  she tells.

Max rolls his eyes and then he grabs Elisse's hips and pulls her towards him.

"This is fun;"  he mutters as he glares at her oval eyes.  "I like it;"  he adds.

"Well I don't!  gasps Jacine before she grabs Max's wrists and peels his hands off her thighs.  "No more!"  she chimes.

"I want it;"  tells Max as he watches Elisse walk around him.  "I want it!"  he urges as he steps fast and then crushes Elisse against the closed door.

Elisse feels her underwear drop and soon she discovers how serious Max is with wanting to sleep with her.  He pants like a dog and sweat dribbles over his face -  Elisse knows he is not going to give in!

On the bed Jacine wakes up with a moan and a gasp -  her children are kicking, but they are more then kicking they are wanting out!  Wetness floods in-between Jacine's legs and she cries out loud!

"My babies!"  she screams.

"What of them?"  asks Max before he flicks off the light to hide himself and Elisse.

"They are coming!"  states Jacine as she pants.

"Lay back and relax;"  mutters Max as he pants with more steam.

"They are coming!"  whines Jacine.  "I need to go to the hospital!"

"Have them on the bed!"  tells Max as he feels his face turn beet red.

"Get your keys!"  tells  Jacine.

"Lay back on the bed and have them!"  tells Max as he bangs hard against the door.

Elisse moans as the wood against her head makes her feel dizzy.  Jacine grows alert to the sound and she crumbles onto her bed to cry as more pangs surf through her intestines.  She can't believe that Max is going to have an affair as she has children on their bed!  She hates him all of a sudden, however she quietens as Max grunts and groans with his affair against the wall.

Within the hour Jacine has delivered the babies and they scream out cries!  However the cries are dull compared to the moans of affair to the right of the bed.  Jacine holds her babies until they calm down, then she cries as Max continues to rage his lust in the dark until sunrise.


At breakfast Elisse makes pancakes to warm her lips.  She doesn't want to see Jacine stare at her with accusing eyes, but she bothers to make her sister breakfast all the same. 

"I am not going to come back here again;"  tells Elisse before she moves to the bedroom with the spare plate of pancakes.

Jacine throws Elisse a sour look.

"I don't know how long we can live like this with secrets spilling all over the place.  You are dirty, my husband is dirty, and I don't know if you should visit me any longer;"

"I feel the same;"  tells Elisse as she sighs.  "I don't want be the affair in the corner of the room.  It might be best to stick to phone calls;"

"It might be;"  tells Jacine as she nods.  "Having children on the bed hurt me.  When there was blood gushing through my thighs I didn't even know if it was going to stop; I didn't know what to do with the babies, I just held on -  it was scary!"  she gasps.  "All I could do was cry!"

"I didn't mean for all those affairs to happen;"  tells Elisse.  "Max just wants to do it so bad when he sees me that my world becomes his world;"

"Don't talk to me about it any more!  Just go!"  gasps Jacine as she narrows her eyes.  "Please!"

"Okay!"  mutters Elisse as she feels her sour drip inside of her head.  "I well leave;"  she adds.  "This time I will not return;"  she tells.

"Good!"  gsps Jacine as she lays back on the bed.  "I can't stand to see you!  You are nothing but a stranger to me!"

Elisse nods and backs out of the room.  She returns to the kitchen and moves to eat the two pancakes she has placed onto a plate, but she can't eat any more.  Elisse takes her keys and heads out of the house -  she needs to leave, and this time she will not return.

Affair With Max At Parents House

Elisse meets Jacine at her parents house.  Jacine doesn't want to smile as she says hello but she says hello all the same.  Her mother Patricia touches Jacine's shoulder.

"Smile dear!"  she cries out.

Jacine pushes a smile towards Elisse and her smile makes her want to talk.

"It has been a long time since you have called me;"  tells Jacine as she looks at Elisse with glass eyes.  "You haven't seen the kids grow up they are almost eighteen and over;"  she explains.

"I have been busy;"  tells Elisse unable to confess that she has not been able to contact her because she has had too many affairs with husband Max who talks to their father Egad down the hallway. 

"I know you are busy but you have missed years of growth!"  tells Jacine as she takes out pictures of her family from her pocket.  "Look at them grow up!"  she states.

"I know I have missed a lot of years Jacine, but I thought it best since..."  Elisse looks left and right.  "Since my affair with Max;"  she whispers under her breath.

"What was that dear?"  asks Egad as he looks at Elisse.

"Oh nothing!"  chimes Elisse as she grabs the photographs off Jacine to inspect them.  "Oh  look, graduation!"  she exclaims.

The attention of her father is swept away and Elisse sighs as she feels cool once more.

"Can you bring the photographs to the kitchen Jacine?"  asks Patricia.

"Oh yes mother!"  cries Jacine before she giggles at Elisse who looks stiff and uncomfortable.  "Let's share tea when mother has finished the baked chicken!"  she exclaims before she takes the photographs back and races to the kitchen.


In the hallway Max points to Jacine who feels hot as she sees he and Egad look her way. 

"She's a grown woman;"  mutters Max to Egad who nods.

"Oh yes, many years of single life;"  he mutters.  "I wouldn't mind her having more reltationships;"  he tells.  "She is getting older;"  he adds.

"We're close;"  tells Max as he shrugs.

"You are?"  asks Egad as he raises his brows.  "How?  Elisse hasn't seen Jacine in years!"

"We are special friends;"  tells Max as he grins.  "If you don't spread the word I can show you, it will be fun;"

"What are you talking about?"  asks Egad as he watches Elisse fiddle with a nearby vase.

"I can show you;"  tells Max.  "Let us invite her into the study;"

Egad looks behind him and sees the study with its lone chair and bookshelf. 

"Okay;"  he shrugs.  "You show me;"  he mutters before he enters the study


Max approaches Elisse and smiles.  Elisse smiles back. 

"How are you Max?"  she asks.

"Fine;"  tells Max as he feels his pants tighten around his thighs.  "Your father would like you in the study;"

"Whatever for?"  asks Elisse as she shrugs.

"He wants an audience;"  tells Max before he takes Elisse's hand.  "Come with me;"  he invites in a cool manner.

"Okay;"  tells Elisse before she is escorted into the study.


Behind Elise Max closes the door as Egad rests his bones on his chair.  Elisse smiles at her father.

"What do you want me in here for?"  she asks.

Egad looks at Max who runs a hand over Elisse's spine. 

"He would like to see how close we are;"  tells Max before he takes Elisse's face inside of his hand and offers her a kiss.

Elisse backs away and breaks the kiss fast!

"Do you mind!"  gasps Elisse as she feels the need to slap Max hard on the face.  "This is uncalled for Max!  Do not use me for twisted pleasure again!"

"Does that happen often?"  asks Egad as he raises his brows. 

"That and more!"  tells Max before he grabs Elisse and tosses her onto the floor.


Elisse hits the floor-boards hard and she moans as a moment of daze swims over her head.  Egad wishes to stand up against Max, but he sits like concreate as he watches Max tear Elisse's dress off her shoulders until her bra-cups are laid on the floor.

"Don't be too rough Max!"  warns Egad as he watches Max struggle to keep Elisse down against the floor. 

"We do it all the time!"  tells Max before he pulls down his pants.

Egad watches Max and Elisse fornicate on the floor.  He has only light contempt for Max who is the dominate figure during the coupling.  Egads eyes scan Elisse's body and he grows interested in the act.  After a while Elisse's spine softens and Max finds it easy to make passion grow as they progress through a very obvious affair.

"It doesn't happen all the time!"  pants Elisse as Max stops grunting.  "You have to believe me father!"  she steams.

Egad nods as he looks at Elisse's bare body -  he enjoys the sight and has very little to say up until the door opens. 

"Max!"  gasps Patricia.  "Elisse!"  she complains.  "What is going on here?"  she asks.

"Just some boys fun;"  tells Max as he smiles.

Max kisses Elisse's neck and then her body.  He grows a blush that builds into rush as Patricia stands watching.  It takes ten more minutes for him to peel himself away from Elisse at by that time his back is covered in sweat. 

"Thanks for the party Elisse;"  tells Max as he stands and re-dresses. 

Elisse closes her legs as Patricia glares at her.  She feels embarrassed by her nakedness and so she fast re-dresses and leaves the house without another word.


Inside of the car Elisse swears as she reaches for a lolly.  She feels hot and cold at the same time, and she sobs as strain builds behind her eyes.

"Stupid Max and his showing off!"  she complains as she chews her stress off her brow.  "I need to leave!"  she gasps.  "I don't want to talk to my parents ever again!"  she cries before she starts the car and drives away.

Another Affair With Max

Elisse goes shopping at the local supermarket.  She feels tired after a hard day at the office, and the first thing she seeks for is ice-cream.  At the freezer section Elisse chooses vanilla swirl and she dumps the ice-cream inside of the shopping basket.

"I don't feel like shopping any more!"  complains Elisse.  "I just want to go home!"

Max walks up to Elisse and moves to tap her shoulder, however she moves before he can touch her and within seconds she has vacated amongst the throng of shoppers.  Max picks up two pizza's and follows Elisse to the checkout.  He secretly pays for his items as Elisse pays for her items behind him, and when she moves he follows.


In the car-park Elisse reaches her car and opens it.  She thinks she is alone, but Max pokes at her ribs and surprises her!

"Max!"  gasps Elisse as she turns around with her heartbeat inside of her throat.  "You startled me!"  she complains.

"I'm sorry!"  laughs Max.  "I saw you inside of the store and followed you!  I was just having fun!"

"Well you have had your fun!"  gasps Elisse as she places a hand onto her chest.  "I need to go home before I faint!"

"Would you like me to follow you?"  asks Max as he raises his brows.  "I brought pizza;"  he offers.

Elisse sighs as she rolls her eyes.

"Silly me, I only brought ice-cream;"  she mutters as she feels lethargy on her shoulders. 

"If I follow you home we can share the pizza;"  tells Max as he grins.

Elisse sighs; she isn't sure is she wants Max to follow her home, however her belly tells her she is hungry for more then just ice-cream and so she nods.

"Okay, you can follow me home;"  tells Elisse as she gives in.

"Great!  Start the car I am not far away!"  cheers Max before he strides off to the near distance.


Elisse drives home with Max behind her.  She feels nervous all of a sudden -  the last time her and Max were alone they had an affair and ruined her and her sister's relationship; she would hate for the same thing to happen once again.

"I hope Max can be good for one night!"  tells Elisse as she feels her lips tremble at the memory of Max's first kiss.  "I hate to have him so fresh on the guilt-line!"  she complains as she fingers her hair for a second.  "I don't want his weight on my shoulders -  my sister won't ever talk to me again, not even over the phone!"  she tells.

Elisse promises herself that she will not allow Max to drag her towards another affair, and she sits stiffly as she drives all the way home.


At home Elisse parks in the driveway.  She feels strain in her neck muscles and she hates the feeling.  She takes a moment to drag her fingers over her neckline -  as she closes her eyes she feels her heartbeat hammer.

"Max's breath has crashed against my throat before;"  she mutters as she feels her thighs rub together.  "I mustn't let it happen again!"  she mutters as Max parks behind her.


Elisse enters her house with Max in tow.  She shows him to the kitchen and there she puts his pizza's in the oven to bake.  Max pours her and himself a glass of wine, and together they drink the wine. 

"I will not have more then a glass!"  tells Elisse as Max offers to pour her a second cup of wine.  "One is enough;"  she adds.

"I applaud your reseve;"  tells Max before he pours himself a second glass of wine.  "But I need at least two before I retire;"  he tells.

Elisse laughs -  it is a free laugh that feels vibratos inside of her throat.  Max smiles and laughs with her and soon he is leaning closer to her body.  Elisse sees his stance change and stops laughing.

"The pizza will take thirty minutes to bake -  would you like to watch television?"  she asks. 

"I would like to do anything but watch television!"  gasps Max as he frowns.  "Let's take a stroll in the garden;"  he offers.

"Oh yes!"  cries out Elisse.  "I would like that!"  she says before she pushes her cup to the side.


Elisse shows Max the backyard and he smiles as she points out the plants she has grown.  He is interested in the outdoors, but as Elisse leans close so that he can smell her hair he grows ever more interested in her.

"You must wash your hair every day!"  gasps Max before he draws in a good breath.

"Oh yes!"  mutters Elisse as she steps away.  "I do wash my hair every day;"  she tells as self-consciousness makes her blush.

"I do enjoy the aroma of a clean woman;"  tells Max as he smiles.  "What brand of shampoo do you use?"  he asks.

"I'm not sure;"  mutters Elisse who grows dumb over her shyness.  "Let us go into the shower to see;"

"I would love to;'  tells Max as he follows Elisse back inside of the house.


Inside of the house Elisse picks up her shampoo bottle and shows it to Max as proof that it is what she uses to wash her hair.  Max smiles.

"The brand is Everclear;"  tells Elisse as she shrugs.  "It's cheap;"  she mutters before she places the shampoo onto the nearby sink.

"I enjoy it;"  tells Max as he feels his blood grow red.  "I enjoy you;"   he adds.  "Let me see you wash your hair;"

Elisse blushes as she feels stiffness all over her back.

"Why would want to see me wash my hair?"  she asks.

"I would enjoy it;"  tells Max as he glares at Elisse.  "We are the only two in this room, let me see you wash your hair;"

Elisse wants to say no, however with Max standing there she feels pressured to say yes.

"Let us do something else;"  she mutters.

"I want to see you wash your hair;"  tells Max as he stands in front of her tall and strong.

Elisse shrugs -  she finally nods her head.

"Okay;"  she mutters.  "I will let you see me wash my hair;"  she tells before she begins to take off her clothes.


Max watches Elisse as she washes her hair.  She rubs and rubs for five minutes before she lets the lather run over her shoulders.  She then conditions her hair and stands in  the shower for ten minutes before she rinses her hair.  At the end of her shower she feels clean, however as she moves to vacate the shower Max stops her and takes her into his arms.  He presses her against the tiles in the shower as he removes his clothes and within moments they are entwined in another afair.


Elisse cuts the pizza as Max stares at her.  She knows she should feel guilt over what has happened, but as she feels his stare on her she just grows more fevered.  She knows he wants her and so she throws the pizza cutter away.

"I can't eat right now!"  she complains.

"I can, I am ravished!"  tells Max as he grabs the pizza cutter and cuts himself a piece.  "I need to eat while it is warm!"  he adds.

"Okay;"  sighs Elisse as she accepts a portion of pizza.  "I will eat;"

"Great I hate to eat alone!"  tells Max before he moves to the dinner table.


At the dinner table the two eat in silence until their stomaches grow warm.  Elisse wants to tell Max that she no longers wishes to have an affair, however he starts to talk and says the same thing.

"I am not sure we can continue having affairs;"  tells Max as he looks at Elisse.  "Your sister would have pulled out my hair over what we did in the shower!" 

"I wasn't sure about that;"  tells Elisse as she shrugs.  "She only watched when she caught us on her couch the first time we had an affair;"  she mutters.

"I know she kept a distance but she has been red hot over that instance ever since!"  tells Max as he looks at Elisse.  "She sometimes needs to sleep alone;"

"That is horrible!"  tells Elisse as she pushes her pizza plate away.  "I can't eat any more, I feel guilty;"

"So you should!"  tells Max as he laughs.  "We are like lovers when together;"  he mutters.  "That is the greatest of sins;"  he adds.

"I know about sin!"  gasps Elisse.  "I can't shake our affair off my head, I feel guilty;"  she adds.

"Then stop playing around with me;"  mutters Max as he begins to feel his pizza slip through his slacks fingers.  "I get turned on as well;"  he adds.  "You excite me, and I know that is wrong because I am married;"

"I know!"  gasps Elisse as she watches Max wipe his hands clean.  "We must stop!"  she complains. 

"Perhaps I should not have come to dinner;"  tells Max before he stands.  "Perhaps I should leave;"  he adds.

"Oh really?"  asks Elisse as she stands also.  "Let me escort you to my door;"  she offers.

"I would like that;"  tells Max as he takes one more sip of wine.  "I will follow you;"  he adds.


Elisse escorts Max to her front door and she opens it.  The ice-cool wind slaps against Max's face, and he grows a shiver as it tickles his skin. 

"I may need a cigarette;"  he mutters as he reaches inside of hsi pocket.  "Want to smoke with me?"  he asks.

"I don't smoke!"  retorts Elisse as she shakes her head.  "Let us say goodbye;"  she mutters.

Max takes his hands out of his pockets and wraps them around Elisse's spine.  He holds her for a moment -  she is warm inside of his arms and it makes his blood rush.  Max draws in a breath and smells her hair -  he likes its scent. 

"Why are you so clean when we have done something so dirty?"  he asks.

A neighbour by the fence catches Max's eye.  The neighbour is a young woman of only twenty five, and Max feels the need to undress as she watches them as though they are a show. 

"I need to entertain myself;"  he mutters as he lifts up Elisse's skirt and pulls down her underwear.

The neighbour stands on her toes to see Max as he pulls down his pants and she blushes as she watches the two make love.

"I don't know if we should do this on the front porch!"  gasps Elisse as she feels ice-cool wind slap against her thighs.

Max rips open her shirt and pulls it and her bra down to her waist.  Max looks at the neighbour as she watches and she smiles as she sees Elisse's bare body shaking and jigging as their movements grow in passion.


Max lights a cigarette and drives away as Elisse leans against her front door.  She is stark naked -  however she doesn't see her neighbour by the fence, she just sees Max's car as he drives away.

"That was a naughty affair!"  gasps Elisse as she wraps her arms over her body.  "I'm so cold!  I need to go back inside to warm myself before I catch a cold!"  she states before she lets herself inside of the house.

By the phone Elisse thinks of calling her sister to tell her that she has had another affair with her husband Max.  However Elisse doesn't want to bother her sister -  she is sure it is not important to tell her that she has slept with Max once again, and so she walks past the phone and into the shower to wash her sins of her skin.

The Affair With Max

Elisse looks at her sister Jacine as she prepares lunch.  Jacine is pregnant and Elisse worries that the work might be to hard for her.  Jacine looks as though she is carrying twins, however when Elisse offers to help Jacine she shakes her head.

"It is best to let me take care of it!"  enthuses Jacine as she smiles.  "I can make the food as I like;"  she adds.

"I can cook just as well as you!"  retorts Elisse as she smiles back.  "You should let me help I fear that you are bending down too low!"  she explains.

"I am fine!"  urgers Jacine as she shakes her head and laughs.  "I do the washing every day, I bend to pick up our basket every day!  I can handle this!"  she explains.  "Go and check out the lounge room and take a seat, I won't be long, only thirty minutes or so;"

"Okay;"  mutters Elisse as she shrugs.  "Let me take a glass of soda to enjoy!"  she urges.

Jacine pours Elisse a glass of soda and Elisse leaves to inspect the lounge room.


There is nothing all that interesting in the lounge room and Elisse grows bored immediately as she steps inside; there is one family portrait, two lounge chairs, and one television.

"You really need to re-decorate;"  mutters Elisse before she takes a sip of soda.

"Chelsea!  Pete!"  chimes Jacine's husband Max as he enters the lounge.   'Where are those two kids?"

Elisse looks out the window to see two teenagers playing with the family dog in the backyard.

"They seem to be playing!"  she responds as she points a finger.

Max moves to the curtains to inspect the children as they play.  When he sees that they are sitting down on the cement with the dog sunbaking by their legs, he sighs.

"There they are;"  he mutters before he turns to Elisse.  "I thought they had run off to get into trouble;"

"With kids you can never be too sure!"  tells Elisse as she checks out Max's good figure.  "Are you planning on having any more children after the next one?"  she asks.

"No!"  tells Max as she shakes his head.  "I will not be having any more kids;" 

"That is a shame Max, I can tell you and Jacine make really good parents!  Your kids are perfect!"  remarks Elisse.

"I feel we have tried our best;"  smiles Max as he grows a twinkle inside of his eyes.  "We are saving up a college fund at the moment;"  he adds.

"Wow that is smart of you!"  tells Elisse.   "I wish our parents had saved up a college fund!  We had to work as well as study when we went to college!"  she explains.

"That is trouble!"  gasps Max as he leans back on one leg.  "Why aren't you a parent Elisse?"

"Me?"  gasps Elisse as she points to her chest.  "I never have the time!" 

"Surely you must have some spare time..."  mutters Max.  "You work from home after all;"  he adds.

"Oh yes I work from home, but work still keeps me very busy!"  remarks Elisse as she grows a blush on the top of her lips.  "I work all the time!"

"Well it is good that you took the time out the visit us;"  tells Max as he smiles.

"Oh yes, I am always happy to drop by for a few hours!"  tells Elisse as she blushes.  "I really enjoy seeing you guys and your kids!"

"We enjoy having you!"  tells Max as he grins. 

A moment of silence passes as the clock ticks in the near distance.  There is some strain and Elisse covers the silence with a smile. 

"How about I show you our new decorations?"  asks Max as he scratches his brow for new conversation.  "We have a bundle in the hallway upstairs;"

Elisse nods.

"I would love to see them!"  she cries out.

"Then come upstairs!"  urges Max as he walks past towards the staircase.


Elisse follows Max up the staircase and down the hall.  In the middle of the hall there is a display case and Max stops in front of it.  He points out the new decorations and Elisse feigns interest in the new porcelain ornaments.

"Wow that is really a collection!"  she remarks.  "I can't believe how many items you have brought;"

"It is Jacine's hobby;"  tells Max as he looks to Elisse and grows fondness for her. 

Max draws in a breath.

"That is nice perfume;"  he mutters.

"You like it?"  asks Elisse as she feels her heart-beat hammer inside of her chest.  "It is Sweet Dreams number nine!"  she tells.

"It is nice;"  tells Max as he leans a little closer.  "Like flowers and marshmallows;"  he drawls before he leans heavily over Elisse's neck to draw in another breath.

"Oh you kid!"  gasps Elisse as she steps back to be able to have some breathing space.  "You should not lean in so close!"  she tells Max as she places a hand onto her chest.  "I have come here for a visit, not an affair!"  she remarks.

"But you smell so good;"  tells Max as he grins.  "Like candy;"  he adds before he reaches out to grab Elisse.

"You should not be placing a hand on my body!"  tells Elisse as she tries to back away.  "Stop now before it is too late!"

"Too late for what?"  asks Max before he leans close to offer Elisse a kiss.

Elisse's hand swipes through the air and lands on the side of Max's face.  Max grunts as a slap sound echoes inside of his ears and he grows silent for a moment as he pauses his advance. 

"You tease;"  he announces as Elisse trembles down her spine.  "Let's not play any more games;"  he mutters as he traces a finger down his sore cheek. 

The corridor is silent and as Max moves to step back the floor boards creak.  Max pauses his withdraw and then he steps forward -  nothing can be heard, and he sees this as a sign. 

"Let us stay quiet;"  he mutters as he runs his hands over Elisse's hips.  "It's better this way;"  he whispers.

"Get away from me!"  retorts Elisse as she tries to step back.

Elisse stepps back into the wall and she grunts out her disapproval.  Max smiles as he places a hand beside her head and leans on it.

"Trapped!"  he whispers.

However the sound of laughter echoes behind him.  Max turns around and sees his two children Pete and Chelsea, he waves to them as they point.

"What are you doing father?"  asks Chelsea as she curls hair through her fingers.

"Nothing;'  tells Max as he shakes his head.  "Run to your rooms and wait for lunch;" 

The two kids enter a nearby room and they whisper as they close the door. 

"That was a close one!"  urges Elisse as she feels warmth throughout her entire body.  "I should help my sister with lunch!"  she tells.

Max stops Elisse and laughs. 

"The kids are nonsense;"  he mutters.  "Come and watch them play;"  he invites.

"Okay;"  tells Elisse as she allows Max to take her hand and lead her into the nursery.


In the room the kids sit at a table and play games with pretend toys.  The two kids smile as they see Max enter the room with Chelsea -  however Max ignores their smiles as he closes the door.  He grabs Elisse, crushes her against the wall, and kisses her.  The two kids giggle as they watch and Elisse squirms as she hears their giggles like an itch behind her ears.  Max lifts up her skirt as his tongue lodges deep inside of her mouth -  it is hard for Elisse to breathe, however she catches some air as her skirt is lifted high.  Max opens his pants, and soon there is a loud thump that makes the walls shake as the two kids continue to play.


Elisse sits at the lunch table feeling red hot!  She has had an affair and she nibbles on the bread as a heavy sensation sits inside of her belly.  Her sister Jacine talks endlessly about her family and their progress through school, and Elisse trembles as Max touches her leg under the table until his fingers stroke in-between her thighs.  Elisse can stand the lunch no more, however she doesn't go she just sits like a statue listening as her face grows redder and redder until she feels like a tomato waiting to be squashed.


After lunch Jacine tells her family that she will wash the dishes.  Her kids cheer before running up to their room ti play!  Jacine asks Elisse if she can watch them?  Elisse agrees and heads up the stair-case -  however she is not alone!  Max follows Elisse and as soon as they are in the kids room Max pulls her down onto Chelsea's bed and has his way with her once again.  The kids giggle as the walls shake -  the affair doesn't stop until the bed stops its hammering.


Elisse walks out of the house with fingerprints on her skin and bed-fluff in her hair.  Her sister has said a sweet goodbye and Elisse has left with keys in hand with Max's scent all over her skin.  Elisse runs a hand through he hair to steady her nerves.

"Max was hot as a dog for me!"  she exhumes.  "I don't know why that is okay;"  she adds as she slips inside of her car.  "But I am not going to visit for a very long time;"  she mutters before she starts the car and drives away.


Elisse looks at herself in the mirror for months and every time she looks she feels Max watching her.  She takes pills to stop herself from getting fat and luckily enough she does not get pregnant!  But Elisse still feels guilt inside of her head and she comes to the conclusion that she must tell her sister.


Elisse drives back to Jacine's house and knocks on the door.  Jacine opens the door and lets Elisse inside of the house.

"This is a surprise!"  tells Jacine as she smiles at Elisse.  "Would you like tea?"  she asks.

"Oh yes!"  cheers Elisse as she smiles.

"Wait in the lounge I will get make you some tea;"  remarks Jacine as she heads off towards the kitchen.

Elisse enters the lounge and finds Max sitting on the lounge.  Elisse feels her breath choke!

"Max!  Why aren't you at work?"  she asks.

"I called in sick!"  tells Max as he leans back on his chair.  "Take a seat;"  he urges as he pats the cushion beside him.

Elisse smiles and takes the offered seat -  she thinks that Max will not try any fresh moves with his wife so close, however she is wrong!  As soon as Elisse takes a seat Max grabs her face and kisses her deeply!  For a moment all Elisse can see is Max's skin as his breath blows over her face.  She wants to push him away but he is too strong, and as he opens her legs she knows that he is going to have another affair with her.  Elisse shakes her head to get Max's lips off hers and she screams out 'help!'  Footsteps head towards the room.

"Elisse did you say something?"  asks Jacine;

However Jacine's words stop as she sees Elisse and Max together on the couch grunting as the springs of the couch bounce with their heavy movements.

"Jacine!"  gasps Elisse as she catches her breath.

"Say Max!"  urges Max as he teases her right ear.  "Say love me Max!"  he guides.

"Jacine!"  cries out Elisse as she feels Max's hips pound against hers. 

Max gives Elisse's skin a pinch and she cringes.

"Say love me Max!"  he whispers once again.

"Love me Max!"  cries out Elisse as she feels a flood inside of her body. 

"Say it again;"  drawls Max enjoying the heat on Elisse's tongue.

"Love me Max!"  cries out Elisse.

Jacine shakes her head and watches as the tea turns cold on the kitchen bench.


Elisse shivers as she starts the car.  Her argument with Jacine was as explosive as Max inside of her pants.  Elisse starts the car as her lips turn into rubber -  with shaking thighs she drives away leaving the affair with Max behind her.

Kidnapped By A Neighbour

Greta looks at Ivory who is busy combing her hair.  Greta grows jealous of her wavy locks, but not as jealous as she is of the car that drives up to the curb.  Ivory grows into a cheerful mood and she places her comb into her bag.

"My ride!"  she cheers.

"Can I have a ride?"  asks Greta as she feels the bottom of her shoes are like cement.

"Not today, I need to go to music lessons!"  tells Ivory before she picks up her bag and leaves.

Greta hangs around by the curb and she kicks a stone.  She wishes she were like Ivory, but she isn't like her at all.  Greta grumbles as she picks up her heavy bag, and with heavy on her mind she heads on home.


Through the small streets Greta walks.  Greta makes good timing but at the start of her street neighbour Peter Wood sees her and he calls to her. 

"Hey there!"  cheers Peter as he places his rake against a wall.  "What are you doing out of school?"  he asks.

Greta laughs as she sees Peter -  he is a guy she has noticed more then once, and they have been friendly to one another for months.  She sometimes flirts, however she doesn't ever ask him out -  she isn't brave enough, not with someone who lives so close and can inform the neighbours of her ideas and requests. 

"School has finished for the day!"  she says as she tossed Peter a heart-warming smile.

"That's great!"  cheers Peter.  "Hey, I have just my yard-work, how about we move inside for a drink?"

"Is that an invitation?"  asks Greta as she rakes her nails against the wood of the fence.

"Sure is!"  tells Peter as he widens his smile.  "If you want it to be a date I'll add cake!"  he says before he offers a flirtatious wink.

"Just a drink will be fine!"  tells Greta before she opens the gate and walks inside.


Inside of the house Peter gives Greta a drink -  it is fresh lemonade with sugar on the rim.

"Why did the put the sugar on the rim of the glass?"  asks Greta as she fingers the sugar.

"It's sweetness for sweetness;"  tells Peter before he sits on the couch.

Together the two drink their fresh lemonades.  Every now and again Peter looks to Greta and gives her an inspection -  after a while he notces an interest in her body; he wants to keep her.

"Would you like more?"  asks Peter as Greta finishes her drink.

"I suppose one more glass wouldn't do any harm to my figure!"  cheers Greta before she hands her glass back to Peter.

"I'll even put sugar on it for you!"  tells Peter before he vacates the room.


Greta looks at some paintings and smiles -  she has always liked art, the pictures give her a good feeling when she looks at them; they make her feel at home with their shades, shadows, and contours.

"These paintings are awesome!"  she cries before the telephone besides her rings."Telephone!"  calls Greta -  however only silence returns and so Greta takes it upon herself to answer the phone. 

Slowly her finger clutch at the telephone handle, and she picks up the phone and places it to her ear; she is just about to say hello when a backhand flies like the wind and hits her cheek.  The phone handle is fast placed back onto the telephone and tears rise behind Greta's eyes.

"You don't answer the phone ever!"  swears Peter before he pushes the telephone away.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know;"  mutters Greta before she notices that the lemonade in Peter's right had has spilled onto the couch.  "Oh look, your couch has been ruined!"  she tells as she drags some fingers over the wet couch. 

"Well that's your fault!"  tells Peter before he places the empty glass onto the coffee table nearby.  "I have no more lemonade;"  he adds.

"That's okay, I didn't want it anyway;"  mutters Greta as she begins to feel a chill in the air.  "It's cold, I should go home;"  she mutters before she picks up her feet to stand. 

"Are you sure?"  asks Peter as Greta shoulder's her bag.

"Oh yes;'  tells Greta as she tries her best to smile.  "I need to study anyway;"  she mutters before she turns to leave.

Peter looks at Greta and he feels his hearts race -  he doesn't want her to leave!  Peter follows Greta to the door like a hawk, and then at the door he grabs her arm.  Greta tosses her head as she feel a strong grip holding her arm back. 

"What do want?"  asks Greta as she looks at Peter with bright blue eyes.

"I want you to stay a little longer;"  tells Peter.  "I feel horrible about slapping you; let me make you dinner!"  he cheers.

"I wouldn't mind leaving;'  tells Greta as she swallows hard.  "I really do feel a little too cold;"

"I'll put a heater on;"  tells Peter as he begins to pull Greta away from the front door.  "Come on, it will be nice to cook for you;"

"I'll rather not!"  protests Greta as she tries to pull her arm away.  "Let me leave!"  she pleads. 

"I would rather you stay;"  tells Peter as he smiles a nice smile that is strained only at the corners.  "It would be a pleasure to keep you here;"  he adds.

"Keep me here?"  gasps Greta as she begins to feel her heart flop.  "I'd rather leave if you don't mind!"  she steams.

"Don't be like that!  Stay!"  tells Peter before he begins to drag Greta's arm down the hall.

Greta's legs follow as she realizes she can't break off her arm.  She is led down the hall to a room which has nothing but a chair.


"What is this room?"  asks Greta as she narrows her eyes.  "It's queer to have a lone room and a chair;"

"It is my study;"  tells Peter as he shrugs.  "I read in this room;"  he adds.

"What do you read?"  asks Greta as she looks to Peter and sees madness inside of the glint in his eyes.

"Books;"  tells Peter as he shrugs.  "I buy books and then after I have read them I toss them away;" he says.

"That is strange;"  tells Greta as she becomes spooked.  "You are strange, you pulling me here is strange!"  she wars.  "How about I go?"

Peter shakes his head.

"I don't want you to go;"  he mutters as he feels his pulse beat a little harder inside of his chest.  "You should stay, stay here, forever;"  he tells before he nudges her inside of the room.

Greta feels threatened and tries to break away, but Peter grabs her and drags her to the chair.  He is strong, she is like a doll inside of his arms, and he has no trouble forcing her to sit with a push.

"Now you can stay;"  tells Peter as he leans over her body.  "We can have some fun;"  he drawls as he grows excited.

"Don't force me to stay I won't like it!"  protests Greta as she grows scared.

"Like it!"  tells Peter.  "Or be punished;"  he adds before he turns his back to walk away.

Greta grabs her chair and tosses it at Peter's head.  The wooden frame of the chair whacks his feet off their direction and he slams against the wall.  Greta moves to run but at the door she is grabbed and pulled back with a ferocious yank that tears some ligaments inside of her wrist.  Greta has only one second to protest before her body is pushed hard against the wall until her cheeks its the plaster with a bang!

"My tooth!"  screams Greta as she feels a tooth pain.

Peter slams Greta's face against the plaster and her nose is hit with a bang. 

"My nose!"  cries out Greta before her legs give in.

Greta sinks to the floor and sobs.

"You did that to youself!"  tells Peter before he picks up the chair and throws it over her head. 

The chair makes a clatter as it crashes against the wall on the other side of the room. 

"You did that too!"  he steams before he steps out of the room and closes the door behind him.

Greta feels her face -  there is blood running from her nose and her tooth is still sore.  She sobs as she sits on the floor alone -  she can't go anyway, she is a prisoner!


That night Peter comes into the room as Greta sleeps.  He calls her name once and then twice, and then he walks up to her as he tosses rope inside of his hands.  As Greta sleeps Peter ties her up until she is bound. 

"That's the better way to keep someone like you!"  tells Peter before he rubs the back of his head.  "That's the way I will keep you;"  he adds before he steps out of the room.


In the morning Greta wakes to find herself tied up.  She is stiff and uncomfortable, and she can't stretch her body to get the cramps out of her limbs.

"What has happened?"  asks Greta as she shakes her head.  "Why are these ropes on me!"  she gasps before she tries to move.

It is useless, Greta can't move at all, so she lays on the floor as limp as a rag-doll.  She can't believe she has been made prisoner!  Swear words run through her mind as sore runs through her heart.

"I don't want to be here!"  steams Greta.  "Let me go!"  she cries out to the wall -  but no-one is there to listen.


The day passes slowy and Greta's belly rumbles.  She sulks as she lays on the floor all tied up.  She tries screaming for help, but none come.

"What am I going to do?"  asks Greta before the door creaks open.

Peter stands at the door with cake in hand.

"Peter!  Let me go!"  tells Greta as she fells hot hate rise inside of her head.

"I brought you cake!"  cheers Peter before he walks up to Greta and kneals down in front of her.

"I don't want cake!  I want to go home!"  tells Greta as she begins to feel weak as Peter pushes a fork on cake towards her mouth.

"Eat the cake!"  cheers Peter as he rubs the cake against Greta's mouth.

Greta sighs and opens her mouth - the fork slips inside and she fast consumes the mouthful of cake.  As she swallows Peter traces another portion of cake against her lips.

"I don't want cake Peter!"  steams Greta with a snap.  "I want to go home!"  she gasps.  "Let me home, I won't tell anyone you tried to kidnap me!"  she pleads.

"Have some cake;"  tells Peter before he pushes the cake inside of Greta's mouth.

Greta consumes the cake once again and she gasps as tears roll down her face.

"I don't want cake!  I want out of these ropes!"  she tells.

"Have some more cake!"  tells Peter as he smiles.  "It's very nice;"

"I know it is;'  tells Greta.  "But I want to go!"  she enthuses.

"Here's last portion of cake;"  tells Peter as he wipes a large bit of cake against Greta's mouth leaving icing marks around the rim of her lips. 

"I don't want it!"  yells Greta.  "I don't want it, I want to go home!"

"Cake..."  mutters Peter before he pushes the fork inside.

Greta gasps as more tears roll down her face -  she eats the cake but she doesn't enjoy it besides the fact that it has sweet taste. 

"Let me go home!"  whines Greta.

Peter laughs and takes his feet out of the room. 

"I hate you!"  steams Greta as the door closes shut.  "I hate you;"  she adds before she rakes her tears on the floor.


Late at night Greta wakes as Peter turns on the light.  She looks to Peter who stands there with a camera in hand.  Peter takes some pictures of Greta all tied up and she grows hate.

"What are they for?"  she asks.

"Just showing friends what I do in my spare time;"  tells Peter as he walks around her to get a better view of the ropes. 

"What are they freaks?"  asks Greta as she tries her best frown.

"Just friends;"  tells Peter as he shrugs.  "They don't know the people here;"  he adds before he takes another pictures.  "By the way you are my new girlfriend;"  he adds before he walks out of the room.

"You what?!"  steams Greta however the door shuts before she can ask any more questions.  "I hate you!"  she screams.


The next morning Greta wakes up with a moan.  She has numbness all over her body and her  legs and arms have turned blue.  Greta tries to move however she can't break free of the ropes!  It doesn't matter which way she squirms she just can't break free!

"I hate it here!"  she screams.  "I hate it here I do!"  she adds.

However no-one listens; there is only silence as the house refuses to listen.


Later the same afternoon Peter opens the door.  Greta looks at him as he brings a small plate of cake inside.  He kneels down next to Greta.

"Would you like some cake?"  he asks.

"Let me go;"  mutters Greta unable to believe that he would.

"I have cake;"  tells Peter as he brushes a fork against Greta's lips.

"I don't want it;"  mutters Greta before she turns her head away.

"Aren't you hungry?"  asks Peter.

"No!"  tells Greta as she sobs to herself.  "I can't feel my arms or legs!  Let me go!"

"I can't;"  tells Peter as he shakes his head.

"Let me go!  I need to stand up!"  tells Greta as she sobs.

"I can't!"  tells Peter before he stands and leaves.

Greta takes a moment to feel sorry for herself -  she does not want to stay, however she can't move! 

"Why isn't there someone here to help me?"  she asks as she continues to cry.  "I can't move!"  she steams.  "I can't move!  I can't get out!"

"Cake?"  asks Peter from the doorway.

"No!"  steams Gretal as she spits.  "Get away!  Get lost!"

"Then stay here;"  mutters Peter before he closes the door.


That night Peter comes into the room and sniffs around Greta's face.  She wakes and wishes to slap him, but then she hears him call her a name.

"You stink;"  he mutters under his breath.

Greta sniffles.

"What?"  she asks before she is lifted off the floor.

Greta is dragged into the shower and is urged under the taps.  She feels water all over her shoulders and she realizes that she is going to get clean.  However the ropes fall heavy under the water and it makes Greta very uncomfortable.

"Can you take the ropes off so that I can shower?"  asks Greta as she shivers.  "I need to clean my skin;"  she tells.

Peter nods and he turns Greta around.  He takes the ropes off and as he does Greta's body falls limp; she needs to be held up by Peter to stand and as blood rushes around her body her limbs tingle.  Greta feels lightweight relief and pain both at the same time, and it makes her faint!


When Greta wakes she is laid out on the tiles.  Her head is sore, her body is sore, and she is wearing nothing.

"What happened to my clothes?"  she asks as she touches her bruised and swollen skin.  "Where is everyone?"  she asks.

However a whistle down the hallway alerts her to the fact that Peter has left her unguarded!

"I'm alone!"  gasps Greta as she forces her legs to stand.

Greta almost falls and slips right away, however she gathers her strength and begins to walk quietly to the door.  Greta opens the door and peers into the hall -  there is no one there and with her heart hammering Greta begins to pace towards the front door.  Greta feels a blush in her cheeks as she pants and hurries her steps, she feels sick and dizzy but she walks fast and within one minute she is at the door!

"I'm free!"  tells Greta before she unlocks the door and opens.

"What was that?"  asks a voice down the hall.

Greta gasps and slips out of the house before she forces herself to rush down the street. 

"Hurry, hurry!"  she tells herself as she feels wind rush all around her. 

A car beeps its horn as it passes but Greta ignores it; she ignores the world as she passes house by house and within five minutes she is back at home! 

"I'm home!"  gasps Greta as she kocks on the door as loudly as she can.  "I am home!"  she sighs.  "I am home!"  she mutters as the door opens.

Greta hears a scream however her mind collapses over the relief and with a sob she falls to the ground once again as her family gather around to pick her up and lead her back inside of the house where she is put into bed and out of harms way.

The Hotel Celebration

Phera looks at her watch -  it is 9.30pm.  The event in the hotel has already started and she is waiting for her friend Amber to show.  Phera stares ahead and sees a car, but it veers off without slowing.  A light wind rustles through Phera's hair, and at last Phera offers an impatient stomp!

"What are you doing Phera, come inside!"  cheers Heather who waves a hand with a lit cigarette.

Phera shakes her head even when her adrenaline rushes through her veins.  She does not want to let Amber down, and so she waits for Amber to arrive.

"I knew I should have not brought a double entry pass!"  steams Phera as she shakes her head to the dark which offers an owl's hoot in return.

Brad walks up the drive to the entrance, and he offers Phera a wave.  Phera waves back knowing that she feels like a diamond to have been caught in Brad's stare.

"Want a drink?"  asks Brad as he sees her skin shiver in the night.

"Sure!"  cries Phera.  "But I am waiting for Amber;"  she mutters as she crosses her brows.  "She is late tonight;"

"That is unlike her;"  tells Brad before he turns his head to see the dark on the street grow darker still.  "Is she walking?"

"I don't know..."  mutters Phera before a taxi cab turns around the bend and pulls up on the driveway. 

Brad and Phera watch as Amber hops out of the taxi.  She has a large coat on to keep her skin warm, but it is light and flows like a blanket being caught in wind behind her feet.

"Is that ployester?"  asks Phera as she raises her brow.

"Some nylon blend;"  tells Amber as she shrugs.  "It's a really long coat, but I thought it would be cold;"  she remarks.

"It is;"   tells Brad.  "I want a drink -  you two want to drink with me?" he asks.

Amber moves to shake her head but Phera nods in excitement. 

"Oh yea!  I would love a drink!"  tells Phera with enough resolve to make Amber nod also.


Inside Amber and Phera watch the crowd as they flood in to chat. 

"Where is the two guests?"  asks Amber.

"Heather is in the kitchen ordering vegetarian food;"  mutters Phera before she sips on another drink.

"How long has she been pregnant?"  asks Amber as she cradles her own drink until the chill is felt deep under her skin.

"I don't know -  one month;"  mutters Phera as she narrows her eyes to Seth who can be seen by the fire-place.  "I don't really care right now;'  mutters Phera as she rubbs her brow.  "I wasn't sure I wanted to come -  but Heather is usually good to hang around with;"  she adds before a mosquito bites her arm and makes her jump.  "Ow!"  gasps Phera.

"What is it?" asks Amber as she jumps also.

"A stupid mosquito..."  mutters Phera as she rubs her swollen skin.

"They are annoying..."   mutters Amber before she bothers to take a sip of her punch.

Phera lifts her eyes as sees Seth staring her way.  Phera points to her chest, but his stare is blank and so she shrugs the attention off. 

"Can you go and tell Seth he looks mad?"  asks Phera as she twis ts a smile on her face.

"Why?"  asks Amber as she looks up to see Seth who stares somewhere far off before he turns his back.  "He looks okay to me;"  mutters Amber as she shrugs.

"He looks mad!  Go and tell him he looks mad!"  tells Phera as she giggles.  "I want to see what he says;"

"You do it;"  mutters Amber as she begins to grow cold over the suggestion. 

'Please?"  asks Phera as she flicks her eye-lids.

"Okay;"  tells Amber before she pushes her drink to the side.  "I will go and tell him he is mad;"

It takes a short trek through thickly gathered crowd to get to Seth.  But when there Amber is able to find relief in the way there is a halo of vacancy around Seth himself.  Amber touches Seth's arm and he looks to her with drunk glaze over his eyes.

"You look mad!"  retorts Amber before she gets a back-hand slamming against the side of her cheek.

"What!"  exclaims Seth in a tone too loud.  "Did you ring a bell?"  he asks as wine falls from the tipped down flask inside if his hand. 

"Drunk ramp!"  cries out a person nearby before three fellows lunge to pull Seth further away and Amber away from Seth. 

Phera clutches Ambers drink and begins to guzzle.  She didn't mean to get her friend in a fix, and when Seth barks out Amber's name in threat she begins to back further away until her and her drink cannot be seen.


Amber walks out of the hotel with a hand held to her face!  She is more then mad, she is hurt!  Seth tries to follow her out the door however all his friends gather to pull him back inside and soon the entrance door closes leaving the night to its still.

"Stupid party!"  gasps Amber as she stops under a tree.  "I am so upset!"  she rages.  "I will never come to one of these stupid gatherings again!"  she charges.

A car drives past and halo's Amber in golden light.  Amber almost yearns to flag the driver down to see if they can offer her a lift, hwoever she does not move her feet until the car is gone.  After the car has disappeared Amber walks down the street and further away -  her heart has been broken and she yearns only for sleep.


Seth backs away from the door and ables to a bench where he placed his keys.  He shrugs off others who crowd towards him to keep him still, and then he picks up a drink and all the crowd moves to pick up a drink also.  Phera stops chewing on the top of her glass to step out from the shadows.  As Seth glances at her he raises a cup before he bothers to take a decent drink in salute to madness.  However by the window a car turns to head off down the street, and Seth suddenly wants to drive.

"I need to re-park the car;"  he mutters to a fellow who nods before they turn away.

Seth heads out of the room slowly, picking his steps as he swings mutters left to right that he needs to re-park his car.  Most step out of the way but at the door a couple of more sober fellows move to stop Seth.

"I want to re-park the car;"  tells Seth as he glares at the intrusion that stands in his way.

The two fellows stare at each other and then they step to the side.  As soon as Seth is out of the door he moves his steps in a hurry towards the car which rests half a block down the street. 


At her house Amber bothers to take a shower in order to ease her distress.  Her lips have been turned near white from the shock of being given a pretty hard slap it face.  Sure it hasn't been the first time she has been hit, bit it is the last time!

"I am never going to go out to another party again!"  swears Amber as she re-dresses into a bed-dress before slipping on a night-grown. 

Amber returns to the kitchen where she has made herself some tea, and she takes a sip.  For a moment her thoughts lull on memories of the night, but the should of a car veering wildly up her driveway makes her head snap to the left in alarm.

"What is that?"  gasps Amber as she walks to the window to peek through the curtains.  "Oh no, it's Seth!"  cries out Amber as she watches Seth get out from the parked car.

Seth sees Amber's face through the window and waves.  Amber wants to tell herself that he is drunk and dangerous, but he looks sober and so she doesn't think about doing anything but opening the door as he knocks.

"He's probably here to offer an appology!" cries out Amber before she swings open the door.

However the stench of alcholol makes Amber pause.

"What do you mean I look mad?"  asks Seth as he narrows his eyes.

"Phera told me to say it;"  mutters Amber under her breath.

"What?"  asks Seth in clipped tone.  "That's no excuse for offering a bad night!"  steams Seth as he stamps his foot in hot rage.  "You appologize!"  he remarks.

"Well maybe I should have said you look drunk!"  spits Amber before she slams the door closed.

Seth laughs at the door only centimeters from his face.  He then knocks one, twice, three times... after every knock there is only silence.  Seth grows a rage as hot as fire and he looks to the right to see a garden shovel by the garden shed.  He walks over to the shed and picks the shovel up before he heads back to the front door to break all the glass windows he can find!


Phera watches as Heather and Brad sneak away through the entrance while the crowd is too drunk and dazed to turn their heads.  Phera sighs as she feels her heart lapse. 

"Why can't Heather keep her eyes on Seth?"  she asks.

Phera looks at the watch and knows she should go home.  She feels a lump in her throat at the prospect of driving home alone.  She knows she should be gossiping to her friend Amber, however Amber is long gone; that hit against her cheek made her turn away, and Phera feels a rash of guilt.

"I did not know he was going to hit her!"  she remarks as she feels a shiver crawl over her skin.  "Seth shouldn't be that wild!  I just wanted him to laugh!"

Phera thinks of Amber and the stumble she had made when Seth had hit her.  It was the first time she had seen him hit anyone, and it had made her blood curdle.

"Maybe I should swing by Amber's home?"  asks Phera as she tries to nudge her instincts to move towards helping her friend to see that the night would have eased out if she had stayed.  "I should tell her Seth is sorry!"  she cheers as a bright light blooms up in her head.  "Yes, that is what I am going to!"  she cries before she picks up her purse and leaves the hotel.


Phera drives down the street, on the way a speeding car revs its tyres and makes her chip the edge of the road, however Phera stays calm and within seconds the mad driver has dissapeared.  Phera breathes a breath of relief and she continues to drive.  She sings to the radio as she continues on and within twenty minutes she is outside Amber's home. 

"What is this?"  asks Phera as she steps out of the car and onto glass.  "What has happened to the windows?  What has happened to the garden gnomes?  What has happened to the plant pots?"  she asks as she steps forward.

Phera knocks on the door and its broken hunges creak.  There is dark and dim within the house and as she walks on the carpet she walks over broken glass shards. 

"Amber?"  sings Phera as she walks down the corridor towards a light beam that comes from the kitchen.  "Are you home?"  she inquires.

"In the kitchen!"  calls Amber.

Phera walks into the kitchen and sees Amber by the telephone.  Phera raises her brows as Amber  bothers to pour her a drink of soda. 

"What's happened to your house?"  asks Phera as she feels her teeth shiver.  "It's wrecked!"

"Seth came by and was in a bad or drunk mood;"  tells Amber as she looks at Phera.  "He was still angry over me calling him mad;"

"That's no excuse!"  steams Phera as she narrows her eyes.  "Have you called the cops?"  she asks.

"I was going to but Seth told me he'd give me money tomorrow to pay for the damage.  He said he was drunk;"

"Oh;"  mutters Phera as she thinks of the wild driver on the road.  "Maybe he just wanted you to have an upgrade;"

"He wrecked my stain glass windows;"  tells Amber as she shrugs.  "He wrecked everything -  I don't mind the plant pots, but the windows... that's going too far!"

"He blew all your light bulbs too;"  tells Phera as she feels the curse of guilt inside of her chest. 

"I know!"  steams Amber.  "He slapped me hard when he walked inside!  I hurt my tooth a bit!"

"Why did he do that?  Because he was drunk?"  asks Phera as she feels her anger boil.

"I was trying to call the cops;"  mutters Amber as she touches her cheek lightly.  "It hurt my face;"  sulks Amber before she bothers to take a sip of drink from her cup.

Phera follows -  she gulps her drink down as she nibbles on thoughts that come up with red dots and arrows. 

"That is a rampage!"  gasps Phera as she rolls her eyes.  "I should go back to the party to find him and tell him it had been my idea to call him mad!"

"I don't think you should do that;"  mutters Amber with a scoff.  "He's already made a wreck of my house, you don't want him to make a wreck out of yours too!"

"I have an apartment;"  tells Phera as she puts down an empty cup.  "I am going to go and tell him off!"  she states before she walks out of the house with glass crushing under her shoes.


Back at the hotel Phera parks her car and walks up to the entrance -  however as she approaches Brad is punched out through the entrance door by Seth who is still off his head on an anger trip.  Phera screams as she sees blood on Brad's face, however Brad ignores her and grumbles nonsense words as he moves towards his parked car.

"That's for the worst night ever!"  sethed Seth as he feels his eyes turn blood red.  "You drive on when moving by my house!"  he warns.

Brad moves into his car, and within moments he is gone. 

Phera takes her hands down from her face and she trembles as she looks at Seth who grinds his teeth together.

"What's with you tonight Seth?  Are you mad?"  asks Phera as she feels her eyes open up until they are headlights -  proof that she has been surprised.

"No, I am just upset;"  tells Seth as he watches the car lights disappear in the distance. 

"Why are you upset?"  asks Phera as her shoes beg her to turn to her car and run.

"He and Heather were having an affair..."  mutters Seth.  "They were kissing.  I saw them;"  he tells before he rubs his hands together. 

"That's too bad!"  tells Phera as she begins to grow mad at Seths lunacy.  "So why did you destroy Amber's home?"

Seth rolls his eyes and sighs before he allows his knees to buckle.  Seth sits himself down on a chair nearby and shrugs as he hands his head.

"Because I could;"  he mutters before he takes out a cigarette from his pocket and lights it. 

"Her house is wrecked!"  complains Phera.  "You took your temper too far!"

"So?"  mutters Seth as he raises his brows.  "I'll fix it tomorrow;"

"She was shaken!"  gasps Phera as she begins to grow attracted to the scent of cigarette.  "She said you hit her!"

"Oh?"  asks Seth as he scrates his brow for a quick moment.  "So?"

"So!"  snaps Phera before she catches her mood swing and tucks it under her shirt collar.  "So, I have to tell you something;"  mutters Phera as she gathers her wits together.

"What?"  asks Seth as he draws in another breath of cigarette.

"I asked Amber to tell you that you looked mad!"  gasps Phera as she feels her shivers race down her spine.  "I feel guilty that you hit her;"

Seth shrugs and he flicks the cigarette onto the cement before stubbing the item out with his eight shoe.  There is a moment of silence as the trees sway with the push of the wind, and then Seth clears his voice.

"That's nice;"  mutters Seth as he leans back a little to stare at Phera.  "I will tell Amber I am sorry;"  he adds before he allows more silence the hang around his lips.

"Tell her that I am sorry too;"  mutters Phera as she crosses her arms. 

Seth laughs a dry laugh and then he looks at Phera as though she has turned into a sweet-bread, one which he would like to devour.  Phera stares at him and feels her skin crawl.  She doesn't want to get any closer then she has, and to prove it she makes an excuse to step towards the door.

"I might go inside;"  tells Phera as she quietly moves towards the light.

"Why?"  asks Seth as he shrugs. 

"I want to talk to Heather;"  tells Phera as she waves.

Seth glares at Phera's shadow for a moment before he sighs.  He feels alone and he doesn't like to feel alone.  As the owls hoot in the far distance Seth takes his keys out from his hands and moves towards his car.  He feels like going for a drive, and he doesn't stop until he reaches Ambers home.


Inside of the hotel Phera finds Heather drinking wine in a darkened corner.  Heather is no longer interested in the party, she just wants to forget about it.  Phera smiles as she approaches, however as soon as she sits she loses her smile as she sees tears in Heather's eyes.

"What's the matter?"  asks Phera as she raises her brows.

"Seth ruined my night!"  tells Heather as she wipes a hand over her brow.  "He punched Brad so hard after he found us having a moment alone;"

"You should not have affairs so open;"  tells Phera as she reaches for a drink.

The patience string is broken in Heather's mind and she throws her wine at Phera until there is a stain on Phera's dress.

"Go home!"  screams Heather.  "Just go!"

Phera gathers up her skirt and then she stands -  she no longer wants to be Heather's friend, and so she leaves.


Seth parks in Ambers driveway and then he gets out.  The porch light turns on and he sees the mess he has created.  He whistles as he walks towards the door, and then he opens the door.  The house has glass shards all over the place and Seth breaks portions with his shoe as he strides inside.

"Amber!"  calls Seth as he trapses deeper inside of the house.

"Here!"  calls Amber from the study to the left.

Seth moves to the left, opens the door, and walks inside.  Amber is on the computer and she turns to Seth as he enters. 

"Hello there;"  mutters Amber as she takes her fingers away from the keyboard.  "Coming to fix up my broken house so soon?"  she asks.

"I said I would call someone in the morning;" tells Seth as he leans on a chair. 

"I wasn't going to go to bed since there is a robbers entrance blowing through the holes where there used to be windows;"  tells Amber.

"Well I can stay the night if you like;"  mutters Seth as he sits himself down onto the chair.  "I don't even need to sleep, I am wide awake;"

"Good then I can sleep!"  cheers Amber as she nods. 

"I might fall asleep too;"  tells  Seth before he smiles. 

"Then I'll stay awake;"  tells Amber as she turns her head to the computer.  "I am looking up buikders;'  she mutters.  "There are plenty here..."

"You need a glass re-staller;"  corrects Seth as he raises his brows.  I just broke your  two front windows;"  he scoffs.  "All the rest is just pot plants, ornaments, and light-bulbs.  I can pick them up from the store;"

Amber nods and types in glass re-installer on the search engine and a range of names pop up. 

"This is easy;"  she mutters as she begins to smile.  "It's only two-hundred dollars to fix up windows;"  she tells.

"Good;"  mutters Seth before he lights a cigarette.  "I don't want to pay a fortune for a drunk night!"

Amber looks to Seth as he smokes and wrinkles her nose.

"Could you do that outside?"  she asks as she clears her throat.

"No, inside is fine;"  mutters Seth before he begins to smoke.

Silence passes over Ambers ears and she turns to the computer to look up a few other things.  Her heart-beat rises inside of her chest as the niccotine is drunk through her nostrils.  After a while she is sick of the smell.

"I might go to bed;"  she tells Seth before she stands and leaves.

"I might play on your computer;"  mutters Seth before he moves into the seat she has vacated.


Phera drives through the dark with beams on high.  She is a little drunk, but she can still see the road.  Heather's road rings inside of her right eat 'go home!' she screams.  Phera sees blank rage and she bothers to grab Heathers shoulders to give her a shake; 'there's nothing wrong with me!' she screams back before a tree enters her windscreen and makes all of her pseudo wars end.


Seth smokes for a few hours and then he hears a creak.  He exits the study and looks at the front door, he strides to it and opens it -  there is nothing there.  Seth shrugs at the dark and then he closes it -  ice cold wind swarms through the open spaces where there had been windows and cook his skin.  Seth stands there for a long moment before he turns away from the window-frames -  he knows he will not feel guilt, he had just wanted to tell Amber how angry he was at her scene.

"But it was Phera's question;"  mutters Seth as he recalls the moment when he had struck at Amber face.  "Perhaps I shouldn't have done it..."  he mutters for one second before moving up the corridor. 

Seth moves to Ambers bedroom and looks at her laid on the bed.  She is a head amongst pillows, the rest of her is tucked tightly under warm bed-sheets.  Seth lights a cigarette and smokes -  Amber does not move.

"Sound asleep it seems;"  he mutters as he sits himself onto a chair.  "I can smoke all night..."  he adds before he begins to inhale.


Phera wakes up on the pillow of the steering wheel. She has banged her head and has a whip lash mark on her face.

"What happened?" she asks before she wanders outside.

Her car is mashed up against a tree and is barricaded by wild bushes.  Phera shakes her head as she looks at the scene.

"I must have driven off the road!"  she remarks before she reaches for her mobile. 

Phera uses online tracking to find out where she is, then she orders for help.  After ordering for help Phera moves to the back of the car and lays down -  she is exhausted, and she feels dizzy inside of her head.

"This has been a rotten weekend;"  she mutters as she slips a hand over her brow.  "I can't wait to get home!"  she sighs.


In the morning Amber wakes and smells cigarette smoke.  She looks around the room but there is no one there.  Amber sits up and then she breathes in once again.

"It smells worse then a pub!"  she gasps before she gets up to open a window.

Ice cool morning air welcomes Amber and she shivers inside of her skin before she moves to see what Seth is up to.  In the foyer Seth is cleaning as a window re-installer measures the windows at the front of the house.  Amber hides herself and then she moves back to her bedroom to get dressed.


"How are you this morning Seth?"  asks Amber as she heads to the front of the house.

"Good;"  mutters Seth as he stops cleaning.  "I'm fixing up the house;"  he adds.  "It will be good as new within a few days;"  he tells.

"Good!"  cheers Amber before the window re-installer calls to Seth who moves towards him in an instant. 

Amber watches as Seth discusses what to do with the windows.  As Seth talks Amber feels a kick inside of her chest -  she is glad that he is there to help her fix up the mess he has made.  Amber moves towards the kitchen as she realizes that she is leering, and there she makes herself a morning coffee.

"I am so glad that things are going to be okay;"  she mutters as she looks at the morning sun as it turns the dew droplets on the widow into diamons that sparkle and create little rainbows for Ambers thoughts to settle on.